Novel Full Chapter 992: Devoured (r-18)
Chapter 992: Devoured (r-18)
Her hips rolled harder—shameless, frantic, feral—grinding that soaked black lace against my mouth like she was trying to fuck my soul straight out through my face and leave it dripping on the carpet.
The glass desk groaned under her squatting weight like it was begging for mercy; those mature,thick thighs trembled violently around my ears, slick trails of forbidden mommy-cunt juice already carving warm, obscene rivers down my neck and soaking my collar like I’d been baptized in sin.
Every breath I sucked in was pure her—sharp, musky, thick with the scent of a woman who hadn’t been properly ruined since before half the building was even born—and my cock throbbed so painfully against my zipper I was leaking pre-cum just from the taste already coating my tongue like expensive contraband.
I hooked two fingers into the crotch of her panties—lace stretched to translucency, sodden like she’d been edging herself to the thought of me all damn morning—and ripped them aside with a wet, violent snap.
The fabric peeled away from her swollen folds with a filthy sucking sound, thick strands of arousal stretching and snapping like spider silk between lace and glistening skin.
Her pussy was finally bare—fuck, a pussy of a mature woman hit differently... puffy outer lips parted wide like they were begging to be split open again, dark pink and shining, inner petals flushed deep rose and dripping like overripe fruit left too long in the sun, clit engorged and throbbing visibly at the top, pulsing angrily like a second heartbeat that already knew exactly who it belonged to now.
A fat pearl of slick welled up from her slit and slid slowly down toward her puckered asshole, leaving a glossy trail that screamed claim me here too, you bastard.
I groaned—low, animal, Dark Lord guttural—then devoured her pussy.
My tongue flattened wide against her entrance first—long, slow, possessive drag from the dripping bottom all the way up, scooping up the thick, salty-sweet flood of mature, taboo nectar that had been brewing inside her for years like forbidden wine.
She bucked hard—"Fuuuck—yes—eat my cunt—!"—voice cracking raw, fingers yanking my hair so tight my scalp burned like fresh branding iron.
I swallowed every drop she leaked out—addictive, warm, coating my throat like sin I could never scrub out—then speared inside her, tongue plunging deep, fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes that curled against her front wall like she’s never experienced before, because no one can ever do, I started hunting for the spot that would make her squirt her shame all over my face and ruin my shirt for good.
Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around the intrusion of my tongue like it was cock—greedy, spasming, trying to milk a cock that wasn’t even there yet, my tongue was—more slick juice of her starving pussy, gushing out around my mouth, dripping down my chin and pooling on the glass beneath her ass like evidence she’d never be able to explain to housekeeping.
She moaned louder as if to alarm outside people—"Nnghhh... hahhh... deeper—fuck me with that devil tongue—!"—hips snapping forward, riding my face like she was trying to break my neck with her pussy and call it foreplay.
I pulled back just enough to zero in on her clit—swollen, red, jutting out shamelessly like it had been waiting decades to be owned.
I circled it with the flat of my tongue—slow, teasing loops—then flicked the underside in quick, vicious lashes that made her thighs clamp my head like a vice and her whole body jerk like I’d hit her with live current.
She whimpered—high, broken, the sound of a respectable woman finally shattering into pieces—body twitching every time I punished that tiny, screaming knot.
I sucked the bud into my mouth—hard—hollowing my cheeks, tongue swirling frantic circles while I drew on it like I was trying to suck twenty years of pent-up orgasms out of her in one greedy pull.
Her clit throbbed wildly against my tongue, pulsing in perfect sync with her racing pulse; fresh hot arousal flooded my mouth with every brutal suck like she was trying to drown me in her surrender.
My right hand slid up her quaking thigh—fingers already drenched—then two plunged straight into her sopping cunt without warning, joining me in making her feel like the most loved woman in the world, stretching her pussy more open while my tongue kept lashing her clit like a whip made to punish and satisfy her all at once.
She screamed—"Ahhh—fuck—yes—stretch me open, Eros—!"—walls clamping down so hard my knuckles whitened as I curled them upward, stroking that ridged sweet spot with ruthless, practiced precision.
Oh, be usre of that I am going to stretch you sure Sable... I started pumping fast—wet, obscene squelching echoing through the office like porn with surround sound—while my tongue flicked faster, sucking her clit in short, vicious pulls that made her whole body seize and her tits bounce wildly in the ruined dress.
Speaking of which—her upper body was still trapped in that bunched cream silk, bodice stretched obscenely tight across heavy, swaying breasts.
I reached up with my free hand—fingers hooking the neckline—and yanked downward violently, silk tearing slightly as her massive tits spilled free.
Lucky me... I had these globes in my hands, imagine how many men fantasized about them, but here I am a teenager on them.
They bounced heavily—full, pendulous, nipples dark rose and diamond-hard, already leaking tiny beads of arousal from how badly her body remembered what it was made for.
The gold chain necklace caught between them, pendant swinging like a pendulum in her deep cleavage with every desperate roll of her hips.
I mauled those heavy mommy tits—squeezing the soft, yielding flesh until my fingers sank in deep, thumbs rolling the stiff nipples in brutal circles—then pinched both at once, twisting just enough to make her sob with pleasure-pain.
"Hahhh—fuck—hurt them—mark them—!" she begged and I gave her what the beauty asked for while my tongue never left her clit and my fingers kept plowing her dripping cunt, three now, stretching her wider, preparing her for the cock she didn’t even know would rewrite her entire fucking existence and erase all her entire sex experience.
She was a complete wreck—thighs quaking violently around my skull, hips grinding in frantic, filthy circles, pussy clenching and gushing around my thrusting fingers, clit throbbing like it was about to explode.
Her sweet juices coated my entire lower face, dripping down my neck in warm rivers, soaking my collar like I’d been caught in a flash flood of sin. I drank her like communion wine—groaning into her cunt, vibrations rolling through her core while I finger-fucked her harder, tongue lashing her clit in blurring flutters.
The office reeked of raw, animal sex: wet squelches of my fingers destroying her, her shattered moans—"mmmmmhhh... nnghhh... please—make me cum for you—make your forbidden slut cum—!"
—the creak of glass under her squatting, spasming weight, the faint buzz of the building that screamed anyone could walk in and see her like this—tits out, cunt stuffed, riding my face like the highest-paid whore in the empire.
She was right on the edge—thighs shaking so hard I thought they’d give out, walls spasming wildly, clit pulsing against my tongue like it was trying to Morse-code her total surrender.
Her thighs clamped around my head like a velvet vice, trembling violently as the first shattering wave crashed through her. Fresh slick gushed in hot, rhythmic pulses—thick, sweet floods coating my tongue, my lips, dripping down my chin in obscene strings while I drank her down like sacrament.
I growled the words straight into her spasming cunt, voice vibrating through swollen folds and over her throbbing clit: "Cum for your Dark Lord, mommy~"
Sable’s back snapped into a brutal arch, her full breasts heaving, nipples diamond-hard and flushed dark. A raw, broken sob tore from her throat—half scream, half prayer—as her pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around nothing, entrance winkingopen and closed in desperate little spasms that forced out another gush of creamy nectar.
Her hips bucked uncontrollably, grinding her soaked slit against my mouth, smearing her release across my face while her fingers twisted in my hair hard enough to sting.
Every muscle in her body locked, then shattered again in aftershocks; her walls rippled in long, milking contractions, trying to pull something—anything—
Her fingers ripped at my hair—hips slamming down one final time—moaning wordless, animal pleas as she shattered, squirting hard against my mouth in violent, shameful jets while her whole body convulsed like she was being exorcised by tongue and fingers alone.
The risk still thrummed but none of it mattered.
Only her ruined cunt on my tongue. Her heavy tits in my brutal hands. Her broken moans filling the office like the sweetest, filthiest hymn to sin ever sung.